I think I’ve heard enough.
I get it, you like it rough.
There really isn’t a conversation,
discussion, or debate, is there?
We’re all about your way.
And your way is my pain.
Like the small animals you maim.
I’m sorry you can’t feel yourself.
I’m not feeling you either.
You’ve limited your imagination
to only what resembles you.
And torturing others is progress.
To see someone else suffer
is cause for applause.
I understand now.
This is your time to weaponize
what makes you uncomfortable.
Your problems are now my problems
to prove you’re a victim.
I’m done fighting fair, or my way.
I’m playing your unsustainable game.
But I guess you’re winning.
My destruction is your living.
I’m finished listening. To call out an asshole for being an asshole is a compliment to an asshole. They’re having the time of their lives.
I’ll survive, self sustain, perhaps even be more neighborly.
Smart or not, educated or not, an asshole is an asshole. I’m recalibrating my position, starting with being done.